Chapter 112: Another Bottle

Tao Guangxia was still very reliable; when Shen Siyuan returned home, everything had already been restored to its original state.

The refrigerator, washing machine, and rice cooker had all been replaced with new ones for him, with the manuals and warranty certificates neatly placed on the table beside them.

Even Shen Siyuan's computer had been replaced with a new one, with specifications far surpassing his original old machine.

The broken computer had also been taken away by him for disposal, but the hard drive inside had been removed and placed

Seeing the suddenly abnormal Chui Xueli, Ye Mo and Xia Enyao involuntarily looked at Bae Suzy, who helplessly nodded at them.

As for those from the Endless Mountains, when Liu Yi revealed the flame, they were already sweating profusely; their desire for the Immortal Orchid was not hidden at all.

Glancing again at the wooden box beside him containing Mi Shu, he ultimately felt it was inappropriate, pondered bitterly for a moment, and a plan formed in his mind.

At this moment, the pale blue-green light sphere in Long Teng's mouth shot out from his mouth and attacked the green long sword.

In a daze, Jian Quan saw Yin Mo! "Mo'er!" Jian Quan was overjoyed and immediately pounced on her, kissing Yin Mo passionately. Yin Mo spoke not, moved not, merely responding shyly to Jian Quan's fervent desire.

At the moment of entering the door, Li Yilin finally caught up in a rush and immediately linked arms with Yue Yi.

Due to the influence of luck interfering with the physical body, this battle was originally one of mutual cleansing between the two races, clearing out a new world for the Heavenly Dao.

Upon the massive turtle shell left by Xuanwu, Jian Quan danced with his sword in a trance, slashing left and right, pulling, thrusting, and sweeping; every move and every posture was meticulously calculated down to every motion, every direction, every position, until he could completely memorize it all.

Qin Yu only smiled and shook her head, extending her arms to embrace him, nestling into his chest, watching the autumn wind lift a begonia petal, her eyes filled with endless sorrow.

When the sword tip was only an inch from Liu Mang's back, the curve of her lips grew wider. At this very moment, if her hand suddenly exerted force, this man before her, no matter how capable, would surely be pierced through the heart by a single sword thrust.

I didn't stop him; I rushed over and hugged Ou Zhenhai, kissing him fiercely, while Ou Zhenhai laughed and pinched my buttocks.

The incarnation of Shu Di, watching the ferocious beasts being swiftly annihilated, showed not a trace of anger on his face; a cold sneer lingered on his lips. The Hao Hai Crystal Horn in his hand suddenly glowed, and endless azure seawater surged forth, reforming into countless ferocious beasts that submerged Zhao Zhao and You Ying.

With the Blood River in hand, Yi Ge at this moment seemed to have transcended into a mysterious realm of the Great Dao; even Haklati, who had fused with the power of The Entire World, was no match for him.

Although the slope of the official road was not very steep, the weeds were deep, fully half a person's height, so the two led their horses, walking slowly while breathing in the strong scent of green grass.

"As for why he was fine last night and this morning, either he was forcing himself to remain calm, or his internal injuries had not yet fully erupted. Only after he arrived at the hospital did his internal injuries finally erupt, causing him to faint," the man in black said again.

From far away, one could see the black flag of the Hidden Wolf Tribe flying high, decorated with beast skulls and animal skins, with sharp blades and swords stuck into the ground beneath the flagpole, displaying a very distinct tribal style.

"Brother Shen, we met through fighting; the old matters of the past were my fault as a brother. I will definitely host a banquet another day to apologize," Jiang Feng said with a smile, shaking hands and embracing Shen Yue.

"I can't really explain it specifically; the moment I saw it, I immediately thought of Qiu Yian's death, and a strong feeling arose in my heart: if this object were driven into any part of a person, the hole left behind should be exactly the same as the one on Qiu Yian's face." Liu Yiyi's face flushed red, feeling somewhat insecure.

The massive prison ships he sank numbered as many as nine; no one had ever been able to kill him, not even himself.